fyi
i am nervous all the time these days. it seems like i can't wake up early enough to outsmart the dark. the daytime is okay, but night time makes me anxious. like there's something i'm forgetting. at least i'm writing again. a good story is forming, too. about gypsies and evangelical christians and general dysfunction, because these are things i understand or at least am surrounded by.
it is also unseasonably cold so my hands are always cold and my hormones (which i am beginning to think constitute the major part of my fucking personality) are being especially tempermental. i'm tired but i can never sleep. i'm not sure if i want to weep or break things. all i know is that i don't want both.
is anxiety a kind of longing? have you realized yet that empathy is the most revolutionary act of all?
in the morning i'll be someone else.
it is also unseasonably cold so my hands are always cold and my hormones (which i am beginning to think constitute the major part of my fucking personality) are being especially tempermental. i'm tired but i can never sleep. i'm not sure if i want to weep or break things. all i know is that i don't want both.
is anxiety a kind of longing? have you realized yet that empathy is the most revolutionary act of all?
in the morning i'll be someone else.